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September 6, 2021 · 7:49 pm

The Old Corona 2C

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A Fine Month is April

Goslings in the park

I like April, especially this year. I got my vaccine last Friday. Found a very good typewriter too, a 1963 Smith Corona Clipper which is in fact a Sterling for those of you who understand these things (Series 5A that is). This one has elite type, and best of all it scans to OCR almost perfectly. That can be a problem if you write a lot on typewriters and wish to scan and edit. I completed my 12th novel last week, 60,000 words typed and scanned and edited. Some of the scans were atrociously poor, others worked well. I try to use a variety of my collection of typewriters, so results vary when scanning. The benefit of smaller type is that you can write more on a line before having to return the carriage, which interrupts the flow. Less interruptions are desirable to keep the words flowing.

’63 Clipper in pale blue

Now that I have finished this book and also the latest guitar, I think I’ll take a break and do something else for a while. Maybe write some more poems. Here’s one from last night. I typed it, then scanned it and edited the text, then printed it and scanned it to a JPEG!

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Hit the Road Jack

there once was a man from New York
who always had steak on his fork
he said with a scowl
while shaking his jowl
the wages of sin are for dorks!

they called him a two time loser
seditious constitutional abuser
he said you’re all fired
I should be rehired
comprendo? to be more abstruser

I’ll boycott inauguration
there’s been miscommunication
I cannot conceive
of a reason to leave
while President of this nation

New York shut his business down
they said get out of our town
the voters have spoken
and no we’re not jokin’
we really don’t want you around!

so where’s the poor boy going to go?
unemployed without any dough
the people got tired
the Donald was fired
back to his old TV show! (did I hear you say Mexico?)

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Christmas 2020

snow is falling on the hill
ice is in the field
presents have been opened
to find what they did yield
under the tree a bottle
filled with whiskey fine
next to that a book
and a glass of wine
gloves and hats and sweaters
even a tangerine
but what I really wanted
where is the vaccine?

Best Wishes for a Happy Christmas
& a Healthy Prosperous New Year

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Are You Lonesome Tonight?

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Smokin’

The week of smoke goes on. We now have the worst air quality we’ve ever had, almost like a good day in Delhi. Despite the smoke from the fires in Washington, life goes on. The good news is now everyone owns a filter mask! I have a whole collection of them, mostly blue surgical types, but just the other day I scored a real N95 in white (China), that fits great. So stylin’ too. Now I can parade the town with my mask on and not appear to be afraid of that little virus thing. It does make smoking difficult however. Just joking!

don’t forget your sunscreen

With my trusty filter mask I went out on my rounds yesterday, Saturday, and attended a birthday party for a friend, then later hit some thrift shops. I intended to buy an nice enlarger I’d seen, but the lens was gone. I did see a nifty painting of the Last Supper, however, which I was tempted to buy but didn’t when I realized it was not Leonardo’s, just a copy. My son and his wife are waiting for the baby to arrive at any moment, too. On the way home I saw a neighbour whom we had supposed had vanished. All this and more was later immortalized in a round of haiku typed on the Olympia Traveller, while M used her new favourite toy, the Oliver.

welcome to the future

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Are You Lonesome Tonight?

Yes, it’s getting lonely all alone here, counting cars go by, fewer and fewer cars, as the bodies pile up….

Oh well, it’s poetry time again! After another hard day of getting up late and trying to find something to do, I sat down at my trusty old Smith-Corona to release my mind from the agony of nothingness. Actually I worked on a guitar today, had a nice walk around the lake and didn’t catch anything that I’m aware of. Naturally, I avoided hugging and kissing people out on the trail, and purposely didn’t lick any door knobs or religious symbols.

 

 

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Viral Poetry

There once was a man from Verona001

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March 20, 2020 · 1:13 pm

Django-Burns Day 2020

Django & Robert at work

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